【Xiaoyun】

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Taking advantage of my leave from the military, I went to the camera street near Taipei Main Station to buy some camera accessories.

When I got to the McDonald's on Guanqian Road, I saw someone sitting inside the glass window waving at me. It was a

senior from the military; he was being discharged this month, a month earlier than me.

Walking into McDonald's, I saw a pretty girl sitting opposite him. She looked like

a girl I hadn't fallen for before—because she was my classmate's girlfriend. But her eyes held

a more alluring quality.

"Senior, what a coincidence! Running into you here on leave. Is this your girlfriend?" I greeted him

, asking.

"No, she's my god-sister. She broke up with her boyfriend after a fight and was feeling down, so she came to

chat ," Senior Xiaofei explained, introducing me to his god-sister, "This is my junior from the military,

this is Xiaoyun."

"Hello!" I nodded and smiled at her.

"Yes, hello," she replied with a smile, extending her hand to shake mine.

I quickly reached out and gently shook her hand. The long-lost soft, smooth feeling made my

heart flutter.

Xiaoyun stuck out her tongue, revealing a cute smile, and said, "You're not used to shaking hands with people,

right ?"

"Uh...yes!" I was a little embarrassed, but I nodded anyway.

"I'm not used to shaking hands with people either. I was just teasing you." Xiaoyun laughed happily again.

She didn't seem like she had argued with her boyfriend and was in a bad mood.

I smiled happily too. After all, meeting such a beautiful, lively, cheerful, and generous girl was very

pleasant. But this was someone else's date with their "adopted sister," and the meaning behind that relationship

was hard to say. So I didn't chat with them much and said goodbye to go shopping.

Actually, there are many beautiful girls now, but it seems like they're all someone else's girlfriends. After all, being beautiful

makes girls very sought after; first come, first served.

However, I never expected to see Xiaoyun again. Even after I returned to the unit, my senior told me that

Xiaoyun had a good impression of me, but because she was someone else's girlfriend, and because I wasn't exactly

indifferent , a recent, unrequited love affair had left me somewhat

disinterested in romance. So, I didn't think of doing anything about it.

The weekend after my senior was discharged, I took a bus home. The military base wasn't far from my house; it

was only an hour's bus ride, no transfers required. This wasn't luck; it was a

convenience .

Since my dad moved to the US to live with my sister and enjoy his retirement with his grandchildren at the end of last year,

I'd been living alone.

My dad said I was almost discharged, and a young man like me should be able to live on my own; he

'd been fighting in the military since he was nineteen. So, he left this house for me and went to the US to see his daughter and

grandson .

The phone rang; it was my senior calling. Strangely, he said he was chatting with Xiaoyun again, and

Xiaoyun said she wanted me to go out with her, so she called to see if I was free.

Actually, I've always felt that the relationship between a "sworn brother" and "sworn sister" is a bit ambiguous, and I always felt that it stemmed from the guy

not being able to get what he wanted or the girl not giving in, so I never asked much about the relationship between my senior and Xiaoyun

. So I didn't know what the situation was between them. Actually, I didn't want to know.

I told him that I had just gotten home and didn't want to go out. He told Xiaoyun, who was next to him, and I only heard Xiaoyun's voice on the other end

of the phone , "Then let's go to his house to find him." Not long after, they arrived

at my house.

"Your house is very close to our school!" Xiaoyun shouted happily as soon as she entered the door.

My house is in the cultural and educational district of Taipei City, and there are really a lot of colleges and universities on the outskirts.

"Oh. Are you still studying? Where do you study?"

I was infected by her happiness and asked with a smile.

"I study xx, I extended my studies, but I should be considered graduated now."

Xiaoyun answered happily.

"Her? She's so noisy, she keeps saying she wants to see you." My senior seemed to feel it was a bit presumptuous of him to come here like this, so he

quickly explained.

"It's okay. I live alone now anyway, and I have nothing to do at home during the holidays." I said politely.

"You live alone!? That's great." Xiaoyun looked around, her eyes filled with envy.

"My dad went to America to visit my sister and his precious grandson. So I live alone now." I

explained to her.

"That's great. That's so free." She said again with envy.

"Which room is yours? Can I see it?" She looked around curiously and asked cautiously.

"The one with the door open is it." I raised my head and pointed with my chin.

"Wow! What a big bed!"

Xiaoyun walked to the door, cheered, walked to the bed, turned around, jumped back, and lay down on

my bed, waving her arms as if she wanted to be a 'snow angel' on my bed.

My bed is indeed very big. Because I'm 182cm tall, and I always sleep on the bottom edge of the pillow

, sleeping on a regular-sized bed would leave my legs sticking out. It's okay in summer, but it's terrible in winter; I can only

curl up to sleep. So, ever since I grew this tall, I've slept on the largest bed I could buy. I

just can't imagine how a big bed could make someone that happy.

Seeing my surprised and incredulous look, my senior laughed and said, "Are you alright?! She's always been this crazy since she

was little ."

"I'm fine! I just didn't know a big bed could make someone this happy," I replied with a smile.

Xiaoyun, having finished cheering and quieted down, heard our conversation and quickly stood up, her face flushed

, whether from excitement or shyness, I didn't know. "I'm sorry," she said, patting her hands to

smooth out the 'quilt angel' marks she had made on my quilt.

"You don't fold your quilt at home?" my senior asked, making

conversation .

"Don't tell me you'll still be folding tofu after you're discharged from the army." I asked, my eyes wide.

"Hehe! No, not really."

My senior scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. I bet he really did.

"Folding quilts looks fun! Can you fold one for me?" Xiaoyun stood next to me, looking up

at me with an expectant expression.

Whether she was pretending to be cute or genuinely cute, Xiaoyun's expression was really adorable.

"I'll ask my senior to fold one for you. Someone took his quilt as soon as he was discharged." I smiled at

her.

"Your quilt has already been reserved." My senior protested.

"Yeah! Yeah! I want you to fold one for me." Xiaoyun actually started to plead with me.

Okay! I reluctantly started folding my quilt at home. The quilt at home was soft and fluffy,

much softer than the one in the army, but also much harder to fold. Plus, I'd never folded one before. Even when I did, I just folded it to roughly the right size and put it away when I was putting it

away . But a quilt is a quilt; as long as

you fold it correctly, it'll be about 80-90% perfect.

"Okay." I roughly smoothed out the edges, and that was it.

"Wow! It's really square!" Xiaoyun exclaimed again. "Next time you come to my house,

fold my quilt like this too." She added.

"Are you crazy? Who has time to fold a quilt like that?" The senior laughed and scolded Xiaoyun.

"Okay. I'll fold it for you once, and you have to fold it exactly the same every morning." I

said to her with a provocative smile.

"Okay. I... I don't know how to fold it." Xiaoyun pouted, looking at the perfectly square quilt,

her face showing her dissatisfaction.

"I don't care. You have to fold my quilt for me every morning." She said domineeringly, but it sounded more like

she was being coquettish .

"Huh?" The senior and I exclaimed in surprise.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" The senior then burst into laughter. He couldn't stop. I was afraid Xiaoyun

would be embarrassed, so I held back my laughter, but I couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, you're so annoying! What are you laughing at!"

Xiaoyun realized she probably misspoke and blushed, pouting coquettishly.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. It's my honor to fold your quilt for you every day." I smiled and helped her

out of the awkward situation.

"Hmph! That's more like it."

She looked at me with a hint of gratitude. She then playfully slapped my hand, "You're still laughing."

That evening, because Xiaoyun had to accompany her mother to a wedding, they left around four or five in the afternoon.

Before leaving, Xiaoyun didn't forget to say to me, "I'll come see you again next time!"

Well! To be honest, Xiaoyun is a really cute girl. Although she seems a bit spoiled,

she doesn't come across as arrogant. Instead, she seems very straightforward and unpretentious. And this

quality makes her different from ordinary girls, at least I haven't met any like her around me. In another time, I

probably would pursue her, but right now I'm still worried about her relationship with my senior, and subconsciously I

'm trying avoid her, probably because I think it might cause trouble!

The next day I planned to go out for a photoshoot. Some photography groups often have outdoor shoots with models,

and sometimes the models they find are excellent. Even though it's cool now and the models are wearing a lot of clothes, their

beautiful faces are still pleasing to the eye. So sometimes even if it's crowded, I'll still join in the fun.

But when I woke up early, I heard the patter of rain, so it seemed I wouldn't be going out today. I stayed in bed

for a while , but couldn't fall back asleep.

I got up, washed up, made myself breakfast, ate breakfast, watched TV, and planned to leisurely spend the holiday at home before

going back to the military base for roll call in the evening.

Listening to jazz on a rainy day like this is perfect. The damp air slows down one's thoughts,

and this feeling is perfect for reminiscing.

I miss my lost love. She's gone to pursue her dreams; she probably never truly loved me.

Like she said, I was a friend she would regret losing.

I guess I was greedy! I wanted more than just a friend; I so desperately wanted to have her. Did

I misunderstand love and mistake friendship for it? If we were just friends,

why does every time I think of her, all the veins in my heart feel like they're tightly knotted together, suffocating me

? The more I try to sort it out, the more chaotic it becomes. What kind of emotion can cause such turmoil? I'm deeply

immersed in my emotions that have plummeted to rock bottom.

That must be the phone ringing. My eyes slowly focus, reality slowly returning to my senses. It was

indeed the phone. I answered.

"Are you home?" a soft, sweet female voice said.

"Who is this?" I asked briefly, wondering.

"This is Tang Zhengyun. Have you eaten? Shall I bring you some pizza?" she asked kindly.

"Who? Who are you?" I was even more confused. I didn't recognize the name.

"Oh! It's Xiaoyun! I was just trying to speak softly, but you couldn't tell!" The other

person started shouting.

"Oh. It's you. I really couldn't recognize you. But now I do." I was both

amused and exasperated .

"I'm at school now, and I want to come find you. Have you eaten? How about we get pizza? I

'll bring you some, what flavor do you want?" she rattled off.

"Okay. Anything is fine." I didn't know how to refuse.

"I'll ring when I get there. Bye!" Xiaoyun didn't say anything more and hung up.

I came to my senses and slowly put down the phone. I frowned slightly, thinking about the situation. Xiaoyun

was coming to my house again? Was my senior coming? She said "not us," so she was coming alone? This

was a little strange.

About forty minutes passed. The doorbell rang downstairs, and I saw Xiaoyun through the intercom,

holding carrying a lot of things in the other. I quickly opened the door for her downstairs and rushed downstairs, otherwise

, climbing five floors in this old apartment building without an elevator would be quite a challenge.

I met her on the second floor. She was carrying a canvas bag, probably her schoolbag. In one hand

she held an umbrella and a heavy-looking plastic bag, and in the other she was carrying two large pizzas tied together. Raindrops were still dripping from her hair and

forehead . When she saw me, she smiled foolishly. I quickly took the things from her hands.

"Thank goodness you came down, I can't take it anymore." She shook her now-free hand, which still had

a , and shook her head, looking like a child, so adorable.

"Hurry up and come up first." Seeing her like this really made me feel sorry for her.

"You also bought Coke, no wonder it's so heavy."

I looked at the plastic bag; the red Coke label was wet and stuck tightly to the plastic bag,

clearly , with raindrops dripping down the plastic bag.

"The clerk asked if I wanted to pay extra for a Coke. I figured I needed a drink with my pizza, so I said yes. I didn't expect

it to be so heavy. Luckily, I didn't order the corn soup,"

she said breathlessly as she climbed the stairs behind me.

Once inside, I put my things on the dining table. I quickly went to my room and got her a clean towel.

"Hurry up and dry your hair," I said, handing her the towel.

She took off her coat and gave it to me, then took the towel and wiped the water off her face. Holding the towel in one hand, she removed the hair clip from her hair

with the other , tilting her head and gently drying her hair.

Her long, curly hair hung down, partially obscuring her face. From my angle, I could see her

long eyelashes, which, combined with her slightly upturned eyes, made her look even more alluring. She seemed to sense me looking at her,

glancing at me sideways, a beautiful smile curving her lips—a truly seductive and alluring

expression.

She turned to face me, giving me a look that said, "Look all you want."

Honestly, I hadn't really looked at her closely before, probably because there were other people around. She had

a round face with a small chin. The most captivating feature was definitely her eyes…

She wore a light purple, short, button-down, high-necked sweater that softly draped from her neck

to her rounded shoulders. A few buttons from her neck to the collar were undone, revealing a patch of fair, delicate

skin as her chest rose and fell—not the kind that would take your breath away, but absolutely alluring. She wore low-waisted

jeans small, straight navel between the sweater and her navel.

Under my gaze, Xiaoyun seemed shy; she slowly lowered her head and stood silently.

After a long while, she suddenly raised her head as if she had made up her mind, carefully approaching me until I could breathe her scent. She looked up at my face, then lowered her head

again like a deflated balloon . 　　"I'm sorry." Three words uttered from her small, round mouth. 　　"Why?" I looked at her, puzzled but with gentle eyes. 　　She kept her head down, speaking in a soft, small voice, "From the first time I saw you, I felt like you were the sun, making me feel so bright and warm. That day I was in a bad mood, but after you appeared, I suddenly felt inexplicably happy. So at that time, I really wanted to touch you." She looked up and smiled shyly at me . 　　"So I deliberately wanted to shake your hand, to see what it felt like to touch you." She lowered her head again. 　　"Your hands are warm and soft, not like a soldier's but like an artist's." 　　She took a breath and continued, "Later, I really wanted to see you again, but I didn't know how to find you. Finally, I couldn't help but bother my brother, asking him to help me find you. So yesterday , after finding out you were home, I said I was coming." She spoke softly, still with her head down, kneading the towel in her hand. 　　"I know it's rude to come here so suddenly, but I just can't help it. I don't know why, I just really want to know everything about you. So when I came here yesterday, I felt so happy and excited. I think I like you so much." Her voice suddenly became softer, as if she were only talking to herself. Her head drooped even lower. 　　I stared at her blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment. 　　I've had many girlfriends since I was a child, but apart from a girl who contacted me through the phone number in my yearbook when I graduated from junior high school, saying she wanted to be friends and wanted to meet me, this was the first time someone had confessed to me in person like this. To be honest, it felt really vain, especially when such a charming and beautiful woman confessed to me timidly like a little girl. I really don't know how many men could resist. But actually, I know that my mind isn't quite working right now. 　　Perhaps noticing that I hadn't spoken, she looked up at me, her originally charming eyes glistening with tears, adding a touch of pitifulness to her expression. In the blink of an eye, tears slid down her plump cheeks, leaving a trail and wetting her eyelashes. 　　Perhaps my silence and my unaware expression made her feel ashamed and embarrassed. Xiaoyun 's expression tightened. "I'm sorry," she said, hastily wiping away the tears with her towel. She took a step back. "I think I said something I shouldn't have," she suddenly said loudly, her voice trembling with tears, "but I just couldn't help it!" She threw the towel on the ground in frustration and burst into loud sobs. 　　I regained my composure. I stepped forward and hugged her tightly; I can't bear to see girls suffer . 　　She struggled slightly, but I held her even tighter. She stopped struggling and cried for a while, her sobs gradually subsiding, though her body still trembled slightly as she sobbed. 　　I gently stroked her back, and her body slowly softened. Hesitantly, she slowly wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her head tightly against my chest. 　　Her clothes, soaked with her tears, clung to my skin, feeling cool to the touch. She probably noticed, pulling her head away from my chest and looking at the tear stains on my clothes. She gently wiped them with her hands, saying apologetically , "I've gotten your clothes all wet." 　　"Are you touching me again?" I teased her with a bright smile. 　　"You're so naughty!" she said playfully, but then pressed her head closer to mine and wrapped her arms around me again.

The faint scent of her hair, which I hadn't noticed before, drifted into my nose. I took a deep breath

and kissed her forehead. She slowly closed her eyes and lifted her head, and I

kissed her along the curve of her face, from her eyes to her nose.

She pouted slightly, and without hesitation, I kissed her back. She stood on tiptoe to meet

me, and her soft little tongue explored my mouth. I held her tongue in my mouth, savoring its

sweetness, while her tongue playfully darted around.

Even through her clothes, I could feel the softness of her breasts against my chest and abdomen. My lower abdomen burned uncontrollably

. Xiaoyun seemed to sense my strong physical reaction; her tongue paused for a moment,

but she didn't pull away. Instead, she hugged me even tighter, as if wanting to feel

the excitement .

I greedily sucked on her tongue, which was no longer trying to escape, while my hand slipped under the hem of her sweater from behind.

The smooth skin I touched made me stroke it upwards until I reached her bra. I pulled and unhooked

it , and she let out a soft protest, flinching slightly but not pulling away. My hand continued to

caress her pink back.

Suddenly, her hand, which had been around my waist, grabbed my arm from behind, making my hands, which had been enjoying her smooth skin,

stop . Her lips also left my kiss, and for a moment I felt a little disappointed.

She then dragged me to the large bed in my room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xiaoyun pulled off her button-down sweater like a

pullover , forgetting that I had already unhooked her bra. The sweater pulled the bra

up a bit, and she quickly covered her chest with the half-undone sweater, giving me a charmingly glaring look.

Although the two rosy nipples of her nipples were only briefly revealed for half a second, it made my brain stop

thinking . At this moment, my actions were entirely controlled by instinct.

I stepped forward and pulled her hands out of her sweater sleeves and tossed them aside. Her hands quickly crossed and

pressed against her bra. But my actions did not stop. I pulled her bra straps down from behind, and

her hands, pressed against her chest, prevented the bra from being pulled down at the crook of her arms.

I gently grasped her white, lotus-root-like arms and slowly slid them down, slightly raising her elbows.

She resisted slightly, then obediently straightened her arms, and the light blue bra slid down, revealing her two

rose-red nipples to me once more.

I grasped her wrists and guided her hands to her waist, making her full breasts stand even more erect. I knelt

down, pressing my entire face between her breasts, deeply inhaling her uniquely feminine scent. Her originally fair

skin flushed a light pink.

I looked up at Xiaoyun, but she turned her face away, her head lowered, not daring to look at me, her cheeks flushed

.

I looked away and returned my gaze to her two small, rosy nipples, firm and erect.

I pulled Xiaoyun to lie down on the bed, and with one hand I grasped one of her smooth breasts, slowly kneading it. With

the other I gently pinched the rosy nipple between my lips and pulled it upwards. "Ah!" she moaned softly

, her hands supporting my head.

I continued to tease her with the tip of my tongue. Her shoulders twitched slightly, and she let out soft, comfortable moans. I

released her nipple, which I had been holding, and the sudden exposure to the cool air made her shiver. I

took over the task of kneading her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, while my lips

kissed down the curve of her soft breasts, occasionally lightly tasting her snow-white skin with the tip of my tongue. When I kissed her navel, her

lower abdomen seemed to shrink inward as if tickled. My hand slid down, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling down the zipper.

Underneath the zipper were lace

panties . I pulled her jeans down from the waistband, my fingers touching her slightly cool buttocks. She

lifted her buttocks slightly, allowing me to easily pull down the waistband, revealing her firm thighs. She bent her legs and straightened her ankles. I

grabbed the hem and easily pulled her jeans off.

I continued to work on the last remaining thong, because now, although it was beautiful, it was

quite an eyesore to me. But Xiaoyun suddenly stood up and pulled me up too, turning around and pushing me down onto the bed,

kissing my lips again.

I explored her mouth with my tongue, and she gently nibbled at the tip of my tongue with her teeth, then

sucked . After releasing my tongue, she began to gently bite my lips.

Suddenly, she pulled away from my lips and quickly pulled up my sportswear, which I

obediently helped her take off. Then, following the

same route I had taken on her, she carried out what I had just done to her in a sweet revenge.

In my past intimate experiences, those young and lovely girls were all reserved and conservative.

I was always in the leading position, always playing the role of provider. I would care about their

feelings , and all my efforts were in return for their satisfaction, from which I also derived immense pleasure.

I love seeing the woman I love radiate happiness. Previously, I could only observe their expressions and

imagine their feelings, but now I was experiencing it firsthand—an experience I had never had before.

All the sensations returned to myself, focusing solely on my senses.

Her slender fingers gently explored my bare upper body, her soft lips slowly gliding across my

chest, lingering on the small protrusion on my left breast. She enveloped it with her lips, while simultaneously

teasing it with her nimble tongue. I felt the warm, moist sensation, and the

ticklish coolness of her breath. Meanwhile, she used the fingertips of her left hand to lightly caress my right breast, occasionally pinching and pulling between her

fingers.

Being ticklish, my muscles tensed, resisting this complex sensation. I wanted to dodge, yet I couldn't bear to part with that soft

touch; I wanted to endure, yet I couldn't resist the deep-seated itch.

She finally released my chest, but then extended her tongue and slid it down the midline of my body. The tickling sensation

made my muscles tense up again. At the same time, she used her palm to trace the tip of my erection, which had already formed a

tent, on my sweatpants.

Just as her tongue reached below my navel and was about to touch the waistband, she suddenly pulled away the tent that was blocking her tongue.

The tent was in motion, and my penis was suddenly exposed to the cold air. Her tongue circled the central

support , then gently rubbed it against her cheek, while her eyelashes fluttered, caressing my most

sensitive spot. She continued to slowly slide her tongue down my inner thigh, while simultaneously pulling down all my

pants tossing them aside.

I felt like I was about to explode; my animal instincts drove me.

I bent over to sit up, but she pushed me back down onto the pillow. Xiaoyun leaned

down and lightly pecked my lips, revealing a sweet and alluring smile. From her red lips,

she softly uttered, "Don't move."

Her hair swept past my face, down my chest to my lower abdomen, and suddenly her hand grasped

my primal urge. Then I felt myself enveloped in a warm, wet embrace. I couldn't help but let out a

comfortable I looked up at her and saw her stroking my erection with her hand while it was

being sucked and swallowed in her mouth. In the warm, moist air, I could feel her tongue swirling and teasing. Her movements slowed

, and she pulled down her thong, her mouth still enveloping mine.

She straightened up and slowly straddled me, and we both

cried out "Oh!" almost simultaneously. I could almost feel the folds of her vaginal walls, the slightly tight yet smooth passage leading

deep inside . Her body went limp as she lay on top of me, and I felt her burning heat and

the intimacy of our skin against each other.

Instinctively, I thrust my hips upward, and she trembled slightly, making me feel her body tighten.

She propped herself up, and her two rosy nipples swayed before me. I stretched out my tongue,

wanting to taste her fragrance. Xiaoyun saw my tongue move and leaned closer to me, letting me gently kiss her.

I could feel her subtle muscle contractions in my lower body.

She propped herself up and lay on top of me, slowly swaying her body back and forth. I began to thrust

my hips upward in rhythm, and she twisted her hips to meet my movements, her breasts

swaying rhythmically.

As our movements became more intense, she sat up straight, and I felt my tip pressing tightly

against something I didn't recognize, like a small piece of soft bone that touched my

most sensitive spot at the same time.

I bent my thighs so she could lean against me, and she quickly twisted her hips, and I felt myself pressing

against that spot again and again. Suddenly, Xiaoyun cried out, "Ah!" and then went

limp on top of me as if all her bones had been removed. I felt myself being squeezed tighter and tighter, her face pressed against my

chest , her breath coming in rapid gasps, her breath brushing against my chest.

She put her hands under me, gesturing for me to lift up. I hugged her and sat up, and she

immediately wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, not letting me leave. Then she pulled me back, and we

switched positions without our bodies separating.

I then thrust into her deeply, using a method I knew well. She seemed to unconsciously moan and

shake her head. In a surge of excitement, my whole body felt explosive, as if the surrounding

scenery was spinning. I collapsed onto Xiaoyun, panting, while she clung to my

back like an octopus, her cherry lips parted but unable to utter a sound.

As the passion subsided, she released her grip, lying flat on the bed without a sound.

I kissed her forehead, propped myself up to be off her, and noticed

tears welling in her eyes. Seeing me get up, she turned to lie on her side, tears quickly

falling . I turned her face to the side, kissing the tear tracks on her brow and licking up the salty tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly.

"You must think I'm a promiscuous girl, you must look down on me,"

she said, her voice trembling with tears. She turned her back to me, tears continuing to stream down her face and roll onto the sheets.

Honestly, until this moment, I hadn't even considered that question. I felt her amazing feminine

charm, I fully enjoyed the sexual pleasure she gave me, not because I was blinded by lust,

but because before this, I didn't know her. Even now, with our intimate sexual relationship, we

still couldn't be called acquaintances.

I thought about it. Look down on her? No. I wouldn't despise her because of her skillful sexual techniques, much

less because of the intense sexual pleasure she gave me.

That would be unfair. I would despise thieves, robbers, swindlers, those who harm others for their own gain.

No, I wouldn't despise a woman who dares to pursue the one she loves.

Xiaoyun knows what she wants. She knows what she's willing to give up. Of course, whether she gets it or not isn't

up to her. But at least she's someone who bravely pursues it. I think I'll like her, not entirely because of

sex.

Thinking of this, I looked at Xiaoyun's red eyes and tear-streaked face. A pang of heartache shot through me.

I wiped away her tears with my fingers and softly asked, "Do you regret it?"

She stared at me, her gaze hardening, and shook her head vigorously.

"Then do you still want me?" I asked lightly, trying to ease her mind.

"Yes!" she answered loudly, turning and nestling her head in my arms. She wrapped one arm around my waist. I think

she must have relaxed a little.

I propped my head up with one hand, the other sliding down her back and hips.

She slowly turned her head to face me, her eyes red and filled with surprise and doubt, and asked, "You won't

look down on me?"

"Why would I look down on you?" I asked knowingly.

"Because we just met, and I'm already making love to you," she answered honestly, a hint of

shyness .

I lowered my head and kissed her rosy lips, saying, "I love making love with you." I looked

intently into her eyes. "This is the best lovemaking I've ever had."

"Really! You like it!?" Xiaoyun's joyful voice rang out. "Then I want to

make love . I want to make you happy every single day," she said happily and earnestly.

I was suddenly deeply moved. I had never heard anyone say such things to me before. Xiaoyun's earnest

expression made it seem as if her whole life was dedicated to making me happy. She had just said that I truly felt like her

sun. I felt a surge of pride.

I rolled over, enveloping her completely beneath me, and found her lips, kissing her deeply

. My lower abdomen began to burn again, and Xiaoyun noticed. She reached out and grasped it, but

then my stomach betrayed me with a rumble.

She looked at me with smiling eyes and asked ambiguously, "Pizza or me?"

She deliberately drew out the last syllable.

Coincidentally, her stomach also rumbled at that moment. Now she looked at me awkwardly.

"Haha! Let's eat first." I kissed her lips lightly again, tenderly touching our stomachs.

"Okay! After we eat, I'll give you something even better!" She winked at me charmingly.

The pizza was alright after microwaving, but the cola with ice was a little bland.

Xiaoyun ate pizza in a very childlike way, using her whole hand—five fingers and palm

—to grab and eat it. Compared to her, I, a grown man, looked rather delicate.

"I have a question for you,"

she asked, her mouth still full of pizza, her tone unclear, "Are you a pervert?"

I almost spat out my cola. It seemed she was indeed relaxed now that she knew I wouldn't hold a grudge against her.

"Why do you ask that?" I took another sip of cola and put down my cup, asking.

"How did I act like a pervert?"

"Then why did you sleep with a girl whose name you can't even remember?" She

swallowed , revealing a sly smile, putting me on the spot.

"Who said I can't remember?" I searched my memory for the name she had mentioned on the phone.

"Tang Zhenyun. Right!?" After a quick mental search, I said smugly.

She quickly raised her arms in front of her chest, making a big X. She loudly proclaimed, "Wrong!" as if she

were on a quiz show.

"My name is Tang Zhengyun. Tang as in the Tang Dynasty, Zheng as in the zither, and Yun as in the clouds floating in the sky." She introduced

herself politely and formally with a smile.

Then, in perfect Beijing dialect, she said, "Sir, you should go to a pronunciation class. Look at you, you

can't tell the difference between 'ㄥ' and 'ㄣ'." After saying that, she burst into laughter.

We chatted and laughed like this until we finished a large pizza. I

was really full, so I stared at another pizza and asked her, "There's still one left! How much can you eat

? Why did you buy so much?"

"Don't you know 'buy one get one free'? Silly!" she said with a coquettish laugh.

"It's okay, we can eat more tonight." She stood up and gave me a flirtatious wink.

She went to the bathroom and closed the door. I sat there with a smile on my face. She was truly a girl who could easily win someone's heart

. She was beautiful, curvaceous, and charming. Her personality was just as I had imagined—a bit spoiled but not

unpleasant. Her cheerful and straightforward attitude was also endearing. And importantly, her almost

worshipful , along with her open attitude towards sex, gave me

immense satisfaction on both a psychological and physiological level. This was irresistible, making me want to succumb to it.

Xiaoyun opened the door, walked to my side, slightly bent her knees, and said, "Master, have you

eaten? Madam isn't home, so let me serve you." She began her role-playing.

I watched her with a smile. When she got out of bed, she hadn't put on her own sweater; she had

opened my wardrobe and taken one of my white casual shirts, putting it on without underwear

.

I looked at her unbuttoned collar, revealing most of her full breasts, the hem of the shirt slightly

parted, making her feminine allure tantalizingly visible as she walked. Sigh. I sighed inwardly; this girl truly knew

how to seduce me.

I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap. With one hand, I kneaded her breasts and gently pinched

the tips of her nipples, while the other hand gradually explored the depths of her wet and secret place. She noticed my growing

excitement , but instead of calmly resisting, she struggled and twisted as she stood up. "Master, Master, don't do this, you can't

, Madam will kill me when she comes back."

She turned her head, and her alluring eyes drifted towards me again. Suddenly, I felt intoxicated.

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